“No, sir. It was late, and I guess I was asleep in the elevator.”
“You saw the young man who came to this room?”
“The brown-haired one? Yes, sir.”
Nick pointed to the silent figure in the chair at the table.
The boy stepped forward and peered into the dead man’s face.
“Gee!” he cried, springing toward the door. “Why didn’t you tell me he was dead? Did that other feller kill him?”
“That is what we are trying to find out,” said Nick. “Now, when this young man came up in the elevator, did he say anything to you?”
“Yes, he asked me if I knew the party in forty-three.”
“And you?”